The Mask

the last time we talked

i seemed to say some nasty things

but this time as we walked

i have new thoughts to bring

the thoughts of happiness and joy

the things we think we see

are really just toys

because it’s me

its me and its you

they can’t see through

the mask we hide behind has grew

don’t deny it, its true

we have taken our insecurities

and created a mask with our uncertainty

we can’t take the pain of the real time

take me, i hide behind this rhyme

i’m not strong enough

to say how i really feel

i’m too weak, i’m not tough

so my mouth creates a seal

i don’t want you to see the real me

i’m afraid of what you’ll see me to be

i’m scared you’ll know my thoughts and fears

i’m too afraid to let you get near

maybe i’m a hypocrite!

don’t you get, it?

i’m not okay, i’m not alright

i’m not the same in the day as i am in the night

i fear my own head

and what it has to say

i’m afraid i’ll find a loved one end up dead

but i’m not done, and neither is this day

not until my hair turns to grey

and my skin withers away

not until you’re standing over my dead body

and not until heaven is run by illuminati

will you see me end my search

for my lifes purpose

won’t spend my life in a church

not until i see reason surface

i won’t stop

these are new thoughts

i’ll take these and the old, n’ swap